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Between each archway fingerprint
Remnant headstone carving intricate
Decodes dusty cold cave hieroglyphics
Dirty criss crossed city disposes its sacred
Therapist picks information, laden orchid
Reaps apples, red atoms accumulated
Unwound reveal his raw core seed
Drenches cortex, a sculptor's paste
Presses wet clay to her gluttonous shape
Vessel cool vase impervious as nature's sage
Erects their next century in verdant scape
Cracked terracotta, craft invigorates
Discerned strange through merged lenses
Eternity guaged by trajectories blended
Vehemently slapped at session end
Melted muscles dispel defences
Tutorials mould her, ripe to manipulate
Watertight tomb hosts wisdom ingrained
Eon bridging limber fingers arrange bouquet
2nd July
Sensually
Through silk tresses glistening in ember,
I saw you for the first time in December.
Oh sparks could ignite in freezing snow,
a rhythm born in silent hearts I'd know.
Your cherry-dipped voice dwelling upon
my painted canvas on a scarlet dawn.
Ethereal touch that drenches my longing soul,
inhaling your musk diffusing us into a whole.
Darling, I'd waited for you all these years,
your tickling glances dissolved my fears.
You breathe silver crescents on newborn pearls,
lulling me in blankets of tranquil starry curls.
I've kissed your silhouette in strumming breeze,
yet my harp strings love for your heart to please.
My safe heaven in a moist galaxy of sand dunes,
a time for us, our heartbeats fuse to distant tunes.
You've brushed my halo with siphoned showers
and I believe love was destined to be ours.
In this world and an afterlife I do believe,
we'll find each other for December to retrieve.
Tonight I melt in your arms to weave a song,
I've waited for my love, hasn't it been long?
August 17, 2020
A Time For Us Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Burl
My eyes look for you,
My heart bleeds the truth.
My spirit enters your soul completely.
A shipwrecked mind in dissonance.
I lay in bed half asleep, thinking about you.
Thoughts latched in memory, I miss you.
Waiting to quench thirst from an empty well,
sorrow shimmers your reflection in my eyes.
Soundless chime of clock ticks for tomorrow,
A tomorrow, without your hand to hold,
The lost starry heaven,
where love had happened without reason.....
Your cologne smacked kisses still reach my lips.
Perfume of petrichor not lost in labyrinth,
raindrops still drizzle over a scorched soil.
My dark dank caverns still drenches in your soft light.
An eclipsed moon stil ignites dreams in my night.
A smoldering incomplete fire, you keep burning in me...
for a phoenix to rise from its ashes.
Reaching up, you complete me.
16th March 2019
James Edward Lee Sr's "You complete me" contest
Foul tempest wind dost beset thy slumber,
its rain doth drain and dampen to stupor.
I rithe at thy great agony's bequest,
haunted by frightening reminiscence.
'Still the torrid pleas of thy soul!', I cry.
Thunder does naught to distill the shrill screams.
Lightning drenches me in thick vulgar sweat;
heart racing, mind pacing, fervent unrest.
'Will I e'er see a brighter morn than this?';
for foul tempest has consumed most my years.
But just then, when all seemed undone, foregone;
rain culls, clouds lift, and a rainbow now dawns.
09.02.2026
('Resist the devil, and he shall flee')
('I have set my rainbow in the clouds...')
Early rising
Sparkling skies;
Sublime moment
Dearest and I
Get ready;
Tour group assemble
Tour coach speeding
Jerky vibes;
Highway pulsations
Chinese lady guide
Delivers tour highlights;
Foreign inspiration
Off we go
Profound talk;
Morning invocation
Lijiang Expressions
A theme park act;
Chinese folk drama
Expectations
Captive tour audience;
Lijiang story
Vast mountain range
Snow-capped peaks;
Silence speaks loud
Supersonic boom
Speech echoes wonder;
Our ears feel blast
Overpowering sonic
Lady tour guide drenches;
Too high decibels
So many words
Stressed and jarring;
Blazing this mountain road
Joy lives here
Spring lingers;
Awesome mountain side
This old village
By this mountain;
Agrarian dialect
Cotton candy clouds
Breeze the peaks;
Touch of heaven
Ancient village
Historical tribal culture;
Displaced by modernity
Theme park sojourn
By mountain side;
Photo snapshot collection
Leon Enriquez
Lijiang, China
Yunnan Province
22 May 2014
“Forgiveness is divine fountain”
I see in your glaring eyes,
you’ve an inferno of anger within,
in wild fire the sane senses turn to ember,
makes you splash fiery sparks of spiteful mind.
I don’t throw you discarded
in the sordid cauldron of my hatred,
nor do I try to blaze you in flame of reprisal,
for fire can’t douse fire and my soul you can’t burn.
I emit the flow of forgiveness
from within like a spurting spring,
the shower of divine mercy drenches you,
douses the disdain fire, you rise from ash of remorse.
I pray to God, make my mind strong,
illumine my senses with the light of wisdom,
let the fountain of forgiveness flow unhindered,
so, I forgive others for wrong doings, I beseech my soul.
October 31, 2021
Contest : Your Own Philosophy Statement
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Sleepy eyes awake to crashing sounds on window panes
Creeping animals scramble around bristling forests nesting for a spot
while thousands of mad ants crusade in barren fields storing food in tiny plots
Along the busy high way meandering trees parted wide asphalted roads
and thick wavering clouds peak above shrouded path waiting for it to start.
Countless loaded trucks speed down bending roads honking horns
forewarning oblivious travelers not to take a chance
In the center of town busy shoppers paraded the crowded plaza
Ignoring beckoning dark clouds pressing upon them from pregnant skies.
Laughing children swing high on Ferris wheels
grown men tossed up down expanded roller coasters
screaming out of control
amused with laughter.
Unforeseen the gigantic Ferris wheel halted
And a terrifying sound emerged from beneath
Stealing the happy children’s delightful laughter
thick black clouds overshadows
the sounds get louder and confusion drenches the streets
dust and debris flutter in the atmosphere
A thunderous sound spits venomous vengeance
whipping and lashing
whistling and barking
and maneuvers the busy town
it dances from city to city
Wrenching up a destined path
disseminating people all over the streets
But the terrified children grip tightly
Kept calm and ride out the raging storm
©2013 Christine Phillips
She showers,
She falls,
She drenches us...
But she shows off a rainbow...
She shines,
She bursts,
She burns us sometimes...
But she lets the gentle breeze blow...
She makes us love the rain
She makes us hate it again
She makes us yearn for a bright sunlight
She makes us afraid of it
She makes our flowers grin and wilt
She makes us cry out of the guilt
She makes our rivers flow and overflow
She makes them run dry to let us know
their worth and bow
Through the fascinating flowers and flies
Through the varied seasons,
Through the falls and rivers
every now and then, she gives us surprises
and teaches us to fall and rise
Cos, she loves us;
Like a caring mother
Like a strict father
Like a playful sibling
The nature loves us all...
But do we love her after all???
Do we treat her well, atleast?
Cutting trees, using plastics, encroaching lands
Throwing garbage in water beds,
Mining sand from river beds,
And what not???
we make her shed tears in every deeds
When her lament is unheard
When she cannot control her anger
She cries, her immaculate tears
outreach us in the form of flood
drought, scorching heat, el nino, la nino, climate odd
Enough is enough
It's high time ,
It's really high time to awake
To make our planet beautiful again
Stop buying plastic,
Stop throwing them on rivers
Stop polluting
Stop the deforestation
Start using public transport
Or start vehicle pooling
Start to plant trees or atleast a plant
But don't forget to take care
Do whatever you can
But please Do it now...
Let us all know the importance of our Environment
And celebrate the World Environment Day...
Haikus of Suffering
Your memory rains
Sorrow drenches me with tears.
Crashed... last fifteen years.
Now sixty-two... old.
I have no young grand-children,
but one abortion.
She left, now alone.
I never had her... alone.
Stolen, by... desire.
Gold, silver, bankroll.
Shovel, seduction, harlot.
Stolen by my lust.
Best friend... ever had.
Fifteen years of loyalty.
Laid my dog to rest.
Missing you, away.
Another late night ... office.
You sleep without me.
My daughter grows old.
I died for you to be free.
She flew away... gone.
Tears, empty, wanting.
Hold, touch, hug, love, tender, want.
Gone... lost... hate... anger.
Longing... long-ing... long...
I long... longing... for so long...
very, very... long.
by, Martin Braun
August 24, 2023
I saw my stiff body lying in a coffin,
Devils and ghosts-like frills did my heart got soften;
The lid shut; I'm breathless; Was this why I am dead?
The linen within did not look like my bedspread...!
I got outside my coffin and tried to get out,
The mud was tight and tough like the masonry grout;
Earthworms, ants, crustaceans, wasps, earwigs, centipedes,
Hungry and thirsty I fell fainted in wet weeds...!
I got up gasping and panting and perspiring,
My bed seemed to blow up as though by a firing;
No one was seen nearby; where have they all now gone?
The entire house looked haunted and heavenward drawn...!
I had seen too other scenes such as getting chased,
Falling into drenches wherein wild beasts are placed;
Getting killed while driving through traffic-filled highways,
My house electrocuted and my bed ablaze...!
Was I under any stress or strain, or worry?
Did I, any of my, problems or plight, burry?
Did social, occupational, emotional,
Physical well-being had grown erosional...?
How would I get rid of this nocturnal slow death?
Could my sleep turn like the sleeplessness of Macbeth?
Only if God and his angels keep watch on me,
Through these nightmares only daily deaths I will see...!!!
22 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'N' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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